Sunday, 4 August 2013

New technology for Blogging

As the butler walked along the corridor, he adjusted the tea tray he was carrying; a cup oftea, a blueberry muffin and strawberry jam. He heard the sound of rain echoing on the dull slate roof. He imagined the Crows crawing above the hills surrounding theriver valley, now there would be daffodils and crocuses,later there would be bluebells too.
He dreamt of a carribean holliiday; turquoise seas, sunny days, suntansand blue skies. Then he thought of his bank balance. The weather looked angry, thunder clouds danced across the sky, which had been so blue the day before.Nosunset tonight, he thought. If it got any colder it could .

He reached the librarybut before he knocked on the door he
had noticedatrailofblood on the carpet. He dropped the tea tray, his face with shock.

As he opened the door, he saw Lord Gorblimey on the parquet floor, a
daggerin his back.